/r/HorrorTime
New Monsters, New Criminals, New Backstory's, Creepypasta,
Personal Stories, Scary events.
Who needs sleep, right?
Somebody start a short scary story, then someone keeps adding on maybe forming new monsters, new people, start a thread of horror.
Who needs sleep, right?
Rules:
1.Only Horror/Scary genre allowed
2.No Spam
3.Make sure the pictures stay appropriate
4.Be scared and have fun :)
/r/HorrorTime
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Horror Stories
https://youtu.be/WOrnVoqh8M0 Hi Guys, Just Uploaded 3 True Chik-Fil-A Horror Stories Animated. #horrorstories #horror #animation #scaryneighbor #scarystory #youtuber #animated #truestories #ssg #ssganimations🔥🔥
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Horror Story
https://youtu.be/NiI0oHDKRzQ Hello, friends! I have just uploaded two spine-chilling True Red lobster horror stories in animated form. I invite you to watch and immerse yourself in these tales of terror. If you enjoy them, please leave a like to show your support. Thank you for joining me on this creepy journey! #horrorstories #horrorstories #horror #horrorstories #scarystories #scarystory #animation #truehorror #ssg
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the temptations of the Decadent
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the decadent to love
the decadent to love
https://www.scribd.com/document/604023403/The-Decadent-to-Love-erotic-poetry
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The decadent to its Love
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The Decadent to its Self
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bout de chemin pour la femme fatale
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l'après-midi du faune
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Les-Sacres-du-Printemps
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Nam-pulvis-es-et-in-pulverem-reverteris
Nam-pulvis-es-et-in-pulverem-reverteris
http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/wp-content/uploads/Nam.pdf
or
https://www.scribd.com/document/560707183/Nam-pulvis-es-et-in-pulverem-reverteris-erotic-poetry
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the vulva pictured as a flower
Magister colin leslie dean the only modern Renaissance man with 9 degrees including 4 masters: B,Sc, BA, B.Litt(Hons), MA, B.Litt(Hons), MA, MA (Psychoanalytic studies), Master of Psychoanalytic studies, Grad Cert (Literary studies)
the vulva pictured as a flower
He is Australia's leading erotic poet: poetry is for free in pdf
http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/book-genre/poetry/
or
https://www.scribd.com/document/35520015/List-of-FREE-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press
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The Picture of Doreen Grey
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brachypterous (Australian Gothic)
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3 Unnerving Videos
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SURFACE PREY - shark thriller
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SFKZNWJ
Twenty miles off the coast of San Francisco, this small chain of islands hosts a yearly migration of seals... and during this time of year, the sharks are here too – the biggest, hungriest Great Whites in the world.
Attempting to swim off these shores is attempted suicide.
Colin Mason – wealthy, connected – with one leg bitten off by a white shark in these very same waters – now hosts his own yearly event – a marathon swim through the Great White-infested Farallons,
The prize is a million dollars – winner takes all.
How much is your life worth?
Cover Art: https://www.deviantart.com/jes86/art/SURFACE-PREY-799762860
Reviews: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46048617-surface-prey
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Personal Ghost Stories
Hello! I just started up a podcast with my fiancé and we talk about the paranormal, fears, and just things that scare us. I love hearing people's personal stories of paranormal activity or the unexplained! We want to start reading out a story at the end of the episode, so if you have one or know someone with a good one and are okay with it being read on a podcast, send it over to lendmeyoureerie@gmail.com! Thanks so much everyone! :)
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X-post from Writersofhorror, thought it would fit well here; it's called 'Allison'.
The light flickered, showing little besides the filth and emptiness. The little hanging bulb could only illuminate a small area of the basement. It gave a cavernous feeling of openness where the darkness seemed to stretch on without end. Allison looked hard into the blackness, as if she stared long enough she could push the light further into the void. No such luck. As she gazed at the well-defined perimeter of light, she saw only the floating dust disappear as it wandered just outside the yellow shine. She looked at a different section of the floor; nowhere else was there any floating dust. Something had disturbed the dust. She could feel something else with her, something waiting. As she stepped into the middle of the room, just under the hanging light, she peered into the blackness as if to give the illusion that she could see beyond the edge of the void. The light flickered again, a little longer than the last time letting her think for a moment that it might be permanent. She suppressed the scream that grew in her chest, though she allowed the ragged gasp escaped her. She took a breath and tried hard to swallow the dryness in her mouth to no avail. It was as she was told before coming down here. She was to stand undefended and trembling in order to advance. Like most of the trials she never saw the purpose or the use until much later, but this was different. Never had she been asked to put herself in danger. Never before had they said farewell before she descended the stairs. She saw no movement but looked rapidly all around, feeling something was different in the darkness. A tiny patch of dust floated in a new area. Are you ready, she thought. She shook her head involuntarily answering her question. “I don’t want to die.” She said as she clenched her jaw and unscrewed the bulb.
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